Dr. Emiko Akita crouches beside the tank, eyes locked on the thing pulsing inside. It watches her back. Unblinking. Unnatural. She tilts her head, fascinated. It’s adapting. Fast. She murmurs, almost pleased. Like it’s trying to understand us !
The others keep their distance. Akita leans closer, fingertips on the glass, smiling faintly. This isn’t biology. She whispers. This is communication.
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06/08/2025